uric Rain.
Piercing Groans, Cries Of Unrestrained Pain Of Ahuman Flock Under Them.

Sectors Of Madness-life Aslant!
Sectors Of Madness-the Mechanism Of Death Is Wound Up!

In Whites Beaten By Redness Is The Reflection Of A Steel Framework-their Face.
Separately, Having Squeezed The Cheeck-bones, Through The Smoke And Fire Of Alleys,
To The Clang Of Tanks' Caterpillars Sticking In The Muddy Slush Of Undecayed Substance
And Human Ashes We Go.

Six Sectors-toxic Waters.
Six Gates To The Future-radiation Chill.
Six Separate Worlds Are Drowning In Their Own Shit.

Under The Sector!
Sensors Of Motion Are Overloaded,
In A Buzz Of Hardened And Dead Picture Of Underground Tunnels.
Restless Pulse Of Arteries Is Harassing The Wounds.
Louder, Louder And Louder The Heart-rending Cries,
Walls Vibrate From Ground Bombing.
Brain Is In Fever From Low-frequent Noise.

Go... Go... The Agamic Body.
Burst Of Sub-machine-gun Fire-overstrained Silence.
Seven Warmed-up By The Air Bullets Burst Into My Flesh.
Having Swallowed Blood, Engendered Languor And Fear,
Staggering With A Trembling Despicable Smile Will I Die.

Complex Structure Of A Cold Space
Pending On A Mobile, Complex Structure,
Liquidated To Stupefaction By Drugs,
All Without The Rest Absorbed By A Cold Space-the Mankind.

A Hungry Dog Is Greedily Devouring The Planet.

Complex Structure Of A Cold Space-
Golden Ages Haven't Passed Away Yet,
Window Of Energy,
A Main Between The Worlds,
The Dome Of Universe.
Complex Structure Of A Cold Space-
The Bell Of The Great Sound.

Silent Horror In Looks Of A Torpid Race.
Slowly Extinguishing Flesh And Reason Stuffed With Darkness.

A Single Mental Thread Is Being Absorbed By A Vertical Horizon,
Children Stop Their Sending.

Social Polarization
Your Faceless Hatered,
Your Inability To Understand,
Your Pseudo-decency,
Hopelessness And Deceitful Speech Enrage Me.

How Long Can You Live Fast Senselessly?
How Long Can You Canonize Yourself?

You Die From Greed,
You Die In The Name Of Mercantile Ideas, In The Name Of Freedom In Jail,
You Live By A Shitty Illusion Of Happiness,
You Imitate Feelings And Refuse To Believe That You're Emotionally Dead.

Wretched Scum!
We Declare War!!
War!!!

Callous, Cold
World Of Play On Meaningless Words,
Lie And Complete Degradation Of Thought.

Emptiness, Emptiness, Emptiness...

I Hate, Hate The Principles Created By You!
I Hate The World Created By You!

Yes:)
My Mind Is Broken.
Pupils Are Looking For The Exit
A Serrated Knife Is My Way.

Stabs.
The Razor Like A Painter's Brush Creates A New Life.

Chaotic Flashes,
Muscles Are Moveless,
Dirty Blood Sticks To The Knife.

Spasms.
Disfigured Bodies In A Mad Dance.

Let Your Bastardous Cries Of Hope For Worthless Life Spread Together With A Bloody Dawn Worldwide.
Let The All-absorbing Pain Break Lacklustre Eyes Of Glass Of Bestial-soulless Flock.
Social Polarization-is War!!!

The Platform
I'm Fed Up With This Game!
I'm Fed Up With A War, Completely!

The Ambiguity Of Decisions Drives Me Mad...
You Know, You Walk Away There, Where We Have No Place For Both Of Us.
No One Will Win In This Battle Of Feelings.

Lead Away My Thoughts Beyond The Verge,
Give Love To A Hollow Heart,
Light Up The Life In Empty Eyes!

Vacuum Of The April's Waves
April Was Pining With An Inevitable End.
One Of Its Last Days Was Dying Away.
It's Dark, It's Light, Light...oh... I'm Maddening,
At The Faded Bottom.

In A Sound Of Slaps Of Falling Yellow Thikness, Raw Plaster
I'm Figuratively Looking For The Exit, But Can't Find It In Any Way.
This Period Buries The Ideas,
The Time Of Poor Vain Attempts, Of Careless Future.

Possibly, The Salvation Is To Find Myself In A Nocturnal Pulsation Of Platform Luminary,
Where The Steel Wheels Beat The Same Syncopes.
The Waves Are Empty, I Wish To Go Away!
I Want To Run!

Run
From Idiotic Discourses, Judgements,
From Empty Sullenness Of Eyes,
From Uncertain Gestures,
From Illegible Phrases.

To Go Away
From Beaten By Falseness Grimaces Of Consumers' Routine,
From People-plants,
From A Collector Called Life!
Let Me Go Away To The Upper Light Of Salvation!

The Whole Abstract April Was Marked By A Chemical Poisoning.
Accelerating For The Two Hundredth Time It Threw On A Lasso Of Remembrances.
Isolation, Paranoia.
Tables Of Memory Are Warped By Their Own Vacuum Of Look.
Vacuum Of The April's Waves.
Vacuum In The Thick Of Bodymotions.

Let Me Go Away To The Upper Light Of Salvation.
Let Me Go Away To The...
To Go There...
Let Me Go!!

Cold Barrel, Cool My Larynx!!!

Radar With Arrival Angel
Rage Has Filled Up Arms Of Death With Fuel.
Haloes Of A Gun-fire On The Temples' Archs.
Radar!

The End To Parasitic Recklessness Lies Only In Fire.
Fuck Up To Your Manipulations Bitches!!!

Where Is Hapiness With An Unearthly Smack Of Whiteness
And A World Fragrant With Kindness?
All This Is An Imaginary Substance Of Beauty,
A Non-existent World.

The Smell Of War Is In The Air,
Anxious Expectation Of Victory,
A Desired Dethronement Of A Zombi.

Radar With Arrival Angel-alteration Of Concept.

Kill, Beat Up The Dogma Within Yourself!
Cut Off A Synthetic Face From You!
Disembowel The Bitches Crammed To Stupefaction With The Religious Delirium!
Stop The Spawn At Womb!

Outer Drug
Hop, Eyes Perceived The Light.
One More Strange, Motherfucking "good" Morning.
Total Activization Of Power,
Running About In The Morning Blue Of Urban Enclosures.
Nits Rush Into They Grimacefull,
Stormy-sick Dance, The Start Of A Hunt Again.

From Day To Day, In Spite Of Everything:
Compromises, Less Tragic Approaches,
Substitution Of Face, To Be Without Thinking-is A Pure Delusion.

It's Incomprehensible How Long The Movement Is Possible.
It's Incomprehensible How Long The Fight Will Last.

Outer Drug=you're A Creature That Terrifies My Mind.
The Concentration Of You Within Myself Has Exceeded The Utmost Permissible Norms.
Attractive, Desired, Persistent, Perilous.
I've Become Uncontrollable To Myself.

Again, Again, Again And Once Again, Fuck.
Monotony Of Days Transforms Depression Into Indifference.
We're Growing In One Place, It's Always Been Like This Here, And Can't Be Otherwise.

To Evolution?! Pt.1
(instrumental)

To Evolution?! Pt.2
Sluice After Sluice, Infrastructure Is In Infrastructure Here, Somewhere In Nowhere.
Closer To The Visible Infinity The Life Forges For Creatures Of Unknown Deities.

Absorption, Dissolution, Transformation, Incubation, Birth.

I Feel Them Already, Possibly Soon My, New, Terrible Ego.
It's Breaking Away From The Bowels Strained By Organics.

Stiff Body, Twilight Creature With A Soundless Speech,
New Kind Of Life In Volumetrical Wombs Of Maternal Machines.

Silhouettes Of Hardened Substance Enter The Pulsating With Silver Portals.
Where Are They Going?
Where Shall We Go?
What's Left From Without?
Where Are We?
To Evolution?!, To Evolution?!